Hello again.
Pooter returned yesterday evening, but I neglected to Blog as I had real phone conversations with real people,
namely Stu & Stan.
Brain is a bit buzzy so I'll start with something safe, NZ Idol.
I don't know quite what happened but one of the contestants on Sunday night (I think) was good.
We were watching the usual assortment of talentless no-hopers when Luke appeared & blew the whole concept
by being entertaining, charismatic & well, just good.
The following won't mean anything to the Poms, but the Kiwis will get it.
Michael Someone obviously told this kid at a family get-together that he has a cute smile.
Stop with the wholesome smiling stuff. Please. And as for the wink to camera at the end ? Don't.
Camillia The whole hand-waving thing has been done by the likes of Carey, Houston & Aguilera.
We don't need another one. If you feel the need to wave anything whilst singing,
be original, wave your feet. I would watch that.
Robin This bet has gone on for long enough. Confess now that you only ever took part as a dare to see how
far someone who couldn't sing could get.
Dave Compulsive, if only because he looks & dances like Earl, the Dad from 'Dinosaurs'.
More Dave please. I am serious. I really like Dave.
It was Trina's 25th birthday this Tuesday (the 18 year old boy in the welly photo, Bill) so we are going out this Saturday, partly
to celebrate that & partly as it will be my last night out with the girls from the stud. Tash (Natasha) has returned from
her fruit-picking soujourn in the South, so minus Koi-Lee, we are all together again. I am hoping for a good evening to
round things off in the approved fashion. Note to the Tanners ... I will be avoiding the 10 pinters
Work was memorable today if only for the fact that my boss surpassed himself.
It's as if he is single-handedly trying to negate the outstanding beauty of my surroundings & makie it easier for me to return to the UK.
I'll look back & laugh about him soon, I know. For now, 3 of us have had dreams in which we murder him.
I'd be sleeping with a baseball bat under my bed if I was him.
I have been doing a lot of thinking over the past few days. I'm not quite ready to share my conclusions yet.
Some of them not ever. Self-discovery can sometimes be a bit brutal.
I always thought it glib when people said they got to know themselves whilst away travelling or single.
I've done both for a year & the things I've discovered are enlightening & surprising.
I am eternally grateful to Cocky for repeatedly telling me to 'sod off out of the UK'.
I now know what I need, what I want & what I would like. They are not all interchangable.
Some are exlcusive. Some will never be.
The things I've learned put me in a good position. Knowledge, as they say, is power.
Knowing what I need doesn't ensure that it will happen, it just helps me to recognise what's important.
This year has been about lots of things.
Recovery. Freedom. Discovery. Excitement. Fear. Physical challenges. Escaping.
All these are true & yet one word keeps cropping to the forefront. Perspective.
Distance lends perspective.
I feel the need to lighten the mood, so will end by relaying a story from yesterday afternoon's smoko (tea-break)
You will recall Murray, the farm manager ? I will miss Murray no end. He terrified me when we 1st met, I found
him scary & formidable. As is often the way, he turned out to be a pussy-cat (bit like you, Creaky).
He gets the humour & refers to me as The Matron which is not in the least insulting.
I was telling him about my Gran & her penchant for saying the a*** word a lot.
I said I was looking forward to beng old enough to drive my 3-wheeler in the slow lane
of the M25, causing tailbacks for hundreds of miles.
'I can see you now' shouts Murray 'your number plate will read 'Shove it up your a***'
Now, that's something to look forward to.
Take care,
Cx
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